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Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,
And with a humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!
Pleas'd with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go.
And heav'n is fill'd witli joy.
Well pleas'd the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner's moan;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.
Nor angels can their jovs contain,
But kindle with new fire:
"Tbe sinner lost is found," they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 15:10;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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